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sound of blood pumping through her veins.
    Safely tucked into a corner of the bar, she secretly reveled in the opportunity to observe everyone else. They looked comfortable, like regulars of some sort. Most were locked into the age-old dance of courting. They teased and flirted as if they had nothing else to do with their lives.
    Several couples garnered immediate attention, one in particular. They were bolder than the rest and had managed to find an out-of-the-way corner. The woman was beautiful, her lithe body athletic with taut young breasts and a rounded backside. The guy seemed to appreciate it. His hands reached around to squeeze the globes of her ass, earning a gasping giggle. She nibbled her way up his neck, breathing in his ear and whispering something. Maybe an invitation?
    They moved farther into the corner. Jessa shifted on her barstool, her eyes straining to follow every move. He transferred the girl from his bulging biceps onto one of the tables. Big hands settled on her thighs. Their lips molded together. His hands slid her miniskirt out of the way.
    Heat flushed Jessa’s body from every pore. Bright red patches bloomed on her cheeks before creeping down her neck. She tried to turn her head and found she could not. Her eyes were glued to the scene, to the sight of his hands on the woman’s flesh as they slid closer and closer to the apex of her thighs.
    The strap of the woman’s camisole top slid down. A shoulder and half her right breast slipped into view. One rose colored nipple peaked beneath the Lycra material before pushing its way into the open. The man’s mouth closed around the taut bud. His tongue slid lovingly over its delicately textured surface. Jessa’s own nipples beaded into hard little points beneath her silk blouse. The woman gasped again and Jessa inhaled sharply. Hot arousal pooled in Jessa’s belly as the woman’s hands fumbled with the man’s zipper and released his hard cock.
    Jessa clenched her teeth to stifle a cry as the man spread his lover’s legs and positioned himself at her entrance. Was no one going to stop this display? How could these people fling propriety to the winds and fornicate in public?
    A soft cry reached Jessa’s ears as the man buried his cock to the hilt in the woman’s body. Even from across the room their mutual tension was visible in their beaded sweat and facial expressions. The table squeaked, blatantly thumping against a tall column with each stroke. A low hum grew louder as the man gave voice to the intense pleasure of the joining.
    Seconds later, the woman’s high pants joined his low baritone and the tension shifted. Awed, Jessa could only stare in rapt fascination as the man gave three final thrusts. Each brutal assault earned a broken cry from his lover’s lips until the woman wrapped her legs around his waist and flung herself back in what could only be the abandonment of climax.
    He groaned, one hand braced against the table, no doubt pouring his seed into his lover’s welcoming body. The primal act sent chills racing down Jessa’s spine. Had she ever once seen such a display of basic instinct?
    No. In that moment, Jessa’s third-party involvement had been far more consuming than any participation ever had been.
    Jessa’s cheeks flamed crimson with embarrassment. The sense of epiphany was replaced almost instantly with total embarrassment. Was she the only once to notice the scene playing out in the dark corner? A furtive glance around didn’t reveal anybody else paying attention. But a lump settled in the pit of her stomach when her eyes locked with the doorman’s.
    He knew. His blatant, sexy as hell stare said as much. The effect of that knowledge was devastating. Jessa’s body was already heavy with need from watching the couple screwing in the shadows. Her nipples were painfully hard beneath her shirt. An empty sensation radiated from between her legs and her own juices were soaking the sensible scrap of white cotton between her